Stigma Love's Algorithm [ A BTS x Reader Poly ]

Chapter 103: Where Gravity Turns to Poetry

Y/N's POV

We all stared at him.

Still gathered around the kitchen island.

Plates abandoned.
Takeout cooling.
Hearts thudding.

Wacha perched like a fluffy gargoyle. Tannie at attention like the knight of revelation.

And in the center of it all stood Kim Taehyung-visionary artist, flour-dusted prophet, pancake wielder, and currently the most smugly glowing man alive.

He'd just said it.

Just casually dropped the emotional equivalent of a confetti cannon into our evening like it was nothing.

"I FOUND OUR LAST SOULMATE!"

And now we're all frozen in the middle of a domestic fever dream, trying to process it.

Jungkook is the first to move.
He blinks. Once. Twice.
And then slams the takeout bag down.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FOUND HIM?!"

Hobi gasps so violently he wheezes. "DON'T YELL I'M STILL CHEWING!"

"I'm sorry-WHAT?!" I sputter, grabbing the edge of the counter.

"Tae, are you serious?! Like... serious serious?!"

"I'm always serious about fate, Noona," he says, chest puffed like a damn mythic oracle.

"Also, I screamed it three times. Just in case the universe needed backup audio."

"You found him?" Joon's voice is low but stunned, brows raised in disbelief.

"As in... our eighth? Our final soulmate?"

Yoongi just stares at Tae, deadpan. "You had ONE job and it was making pancakes."

"They're hotteok," Tae corrects with mock offense.

"Don't care," Yoongi mutters.

"You caused a household heart attack while smelling like cinnamon and prophecy."

"Wait-WHERE'S THE VIDEO?!" Hobi shrieks, nearly knocking over his drink.

"We HAVE to watch it!" I jump in, already rounding the island.

"Why are we still standing here like idiots?!"

"TO THE STUDIO!" Jungkook bellows, fist in the air, looking like he's about to lead us into battle.

Joon is already moving, Yoongi's precious takeout food in his hands like precious cargo.

"I'll bring the food. If we're watching our soulmate debut, I'm not doing it hungry."

"I'll carry the drinks!" Hobi yells, grabbing everything he can from the table with octopus arms.

"Tannie, Wacha-TO THE FRONTLINES!"

Tae cries, pointing dramatically to the hallway.

Tannie barks like he understood the assignment. Wacha glares at us all and then hops down with the grace of a feline queen tolerating peasants.

I grab Tae's wrist before he can bolt.

"Wait. Tae. Are you absolutely sure?"

His smile turns soft. That kind of quiet wonder he gets when something really touches him.

"Noona... I felt him. Through the VR. I saw his face. I heard his voice. He spoke to me."

Yoongi narrows his eyes. "Wait. What did he say?"